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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 28/09/2026

The Barbie vintage Magic house is indeed magic according to Satan. 😁😁 Old toys have amazing fucking design. 😭❤️❤️

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

#queerwriters “But why? We get on well, the sex is good, you kiss like a god, and we even sleep better together.” “That’s not enough for anything.” “Oh… is that so?” “Yeah… Listen, everything’s nice, ok? We can still see each other to fuck. But let’s leave the rest.” Turning, looking for his jeans.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

#SundaySnips From my crime WIP. A lush morning for Eric and Nate after a torrid night when things shifted again in their relationship.

Nate woke first, licking his parched lips, squinting at the light. His whole body ached, so he shifted to his side, bumping into Eric’s back, so his arm slid around him, to his abs, pulling him close to his body. A soft kiss on his neck, closing his eyes to his scent which he breathed in, deep. Feeling him stir, grab his hand, hold it tight against his body.
“Morning…”
“Might be midday…”
“It’s still morning…” He barely had a voice, but brought Nate’s hand to his lips, kissing his knuckles. Smoothing his palm out, he kissed it. Soft licks.
Nate chuckled. “No, no… We have to get up…”
“Do we?” He turned into Nate’s arms, his green eyes wide, filled to the brim with a warm light. His lips parting. “Do we…?”
Nate pulled him into a wide kiss, his hands sliding to his back, spread on that smooth skin. Gliding his palms up and down, feeling him breathe harder in that kiss. Shocked, that he wanted more. That he wanted never to get out of that bed flooded with sun.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 27/09/2026

Last day to grab my two bi books and 50+ others in this sale. 🎉

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

I always post Satan usually because this derp here is rarely this relaxed and willing to be photographed. But it's bed time now. 😁😴😴

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

#pretendpanel It's freebie weekend for bi+ books by bi+ authors, including two of mine, my bodyguard romance Aching Blood and my fantasy Khirion. Check them out! 🌈🎉 Link in my bio and in the comments.

On a bi flag background and nehind it a man's silhouette, in neon white Bi+ books by bi+ authors ereader evemt 25th to 27th september. Fantasy written over the cover of Khirion by Maxime Jaz two men framing a woman, black roses frame on purple and blue cover colors, a raven sitting in the left corner. Contemporary over the cover of Aching Blood, black background and a green silk ribbon across, top right a man's muscled torso in greyscale, bottom left a young man holding his hand in front of his face, long black hair. Link at the bottom over flames https://bibooksforever.com/

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

#Sustember Nate's thoughts on getting back to doing sports are short-lived. (in this scene, he wakes from a nightmare and has to start his day at dawn).

He walked then to the kitchen, his eyes on the clock. 4 a.m. Shit. No sleep would come, not anymore, so he flicked on a light and fired up the coffee machine. Sitting, his back to the shadows of that silent house. Waiting for the coffee to flow into that large jug. He bites… Shuddering, but he waited for the coffee, pouring a mug, sipping that dark scorching liquid, that glow at the edge of the night. The sun, soon, greying the air. He got up and dressed, strapping his gun on. Out in that crisp air. I should run… The thought gone, like mist in that early heat, the air drenched with dew, heavy with the scent of sap.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

#queerwriters I didn't write, times are stressful right now, but handed in a bunch of job applications, so fingers crossed. However, I am participating this weekend in a stuff your kindle event for Bi+ books, so I was busy preparing that too.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

The stuff your kindle is doing amazingly well BUT a reader/ readers bought my all my books but two???!! How? 😭❤️ I'm so honored because I'm just a small queer author and I'm currently out of a day job so every penny counts. But more important than money, someone(s) want my stories.😘❤️‍🔥

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Gorgeous new doll in trans colours? ❤️🌈

Sea theme pop up Barbie with turquoies and pink hair, white and pink top, blue and pink jellyfish skirt and pink shoes and sunglasses

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 26/09/2026

Bestsellers! 🎉 Thank you, readers! ❤️‍🔥 Aching Blood is 2nd in Gay Romance and LGBTQ+ Lit Fic, 9th in Romance Lit Fic. Khirion is 15th in LGBTQ+ Fantasy and 39th in Bisexual Romance and Sword and Sorcery Fantasy ebooks. Don't forget, you can still grab these bi books and 50+ others this weekend!

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Have you talked about your book yet today?! Drop and give us Title: Aching Blood Genre: steamy queer bodyguard romance Word count: 58,553 Funniest moment: Duncan raised his hand. “No way I’m going to scrutinize your ass.” mybook.to/achingblood (free this weekend!)

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Starting today! Bi+ books by bi+ authors Stuff your ereader event! #BiBooksForeverSYE! Check out all the books!

grab a copy of my books and browse 50+ other books now to stuff your kindle with bi books. Covers of Khirion and Aching Blood by Maxime Jaz

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Wear The Peace @wearthepeace.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Actress Susan Sarandon being arrested earlier today for protesting Benjamin Netanyahu’s speech at the United Nations. One is speaking out against genocide, one is committing it. One was arrested, one was not.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 25/09/2026

Starting today! Bi+ books by bi+ authors Stuff your ereader event! #BiBooksForeverSYE! Check out all the books!

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 24/09/2026

TOMORROW! Bi+ books by bi+ authors Stuff your ereader event! And it's a double promo (DP 😘)! Whether you want to bask in bisexual polyam raven shifters in a Hungarian fairytales laced world or go on a mindfuck with rich, disaster self-destructive Spencer and his bodyguard, you don't have to choose!

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

#WritingPrompt More unapologetically authentic, not watered down, fucked up, bold, audacious, queer and queerer, sex in all its glory blended into the story, scary, exhilarating, thrilling, messed up, "ordinary" humans living and loving, "genres" blasted apart and mashed together, rules fucked.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

#Sustember My characters appear in a scene already, like in a movie and then they play their movie and I'm the scribe. Sometimes that scene can be inspired by a photo, like my crime WIP's, sometimes it appears in a dream, and so on... In my crime WIP, that photo triggered this scene.

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Nathaniel crouched down to the water’s edge, the grass damp in the early morning light playing on that calm green surface, his eyes on that small plastic SUV wedged into the muddy waters. It had turned on its side, the wheels crusted with mud, that tiny car out of place in that natural environment. Plastic and metal, the stickers half-peeled, worn by tiny hands playing with it for endless hours. He swallowed, his cool eyes mirroring the water’s greenish glow. Tape flapping in the wind, yellow, tiny cards placed all over that peaceful bank. Birds chirping in the early morning light. He sighed and got up, walking to another man further away, crouching near something that had been dragged to shore.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

Bi-visible bi book Aching Blood, my bodyguard romance (very soon in a Stuff your kindle event...🤫and now on KU) Always be as dark as Spencer when it comes to defending you're bi. 😌(note: this scene has rotten mother-son relationship)

Spencer was lounging on the sofa. He had dressed all in black, like a vengeance, black leather pants, thigh-high boots with large heels, a black silk shirt. Smoky make-up, and dark lipstick. The outfit matched his nails, those sharp nails clicking on his phone screen. Duncan could not see his eyes, could not see in what state he was in, worried.
Martina was sitting on a chair in a stunning violet dress, made-up, her hair impeccable. Glancing up from her phone, her voice cut that silence like a knife.
“You could have dressed up properly. Not like some sort of gay rockstar.”
Spencer smirked but never lifted his eyes. “I’m bi, mother, just in case you have vocabulary issues. And I dress however the fuck I want.”
“It doesn’t help your image, these depressing colors. Gives the wrong impressions.”
“Pray which one?”
“That you’re depressed.”
“And maybe I am.”
“Spencer!” Mocking.
Spencer raised those dark eyes at her, and Duncan’s heart skipped. “Fuck you, mother. What do you know of anything? Of me. I am maybe at the level of your expensive crystal vase.”
“How dare you! I suffered with your birth.”
“I never wanted to be born, did I? So fuck that.”

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

I'm Maxime, a bi non-binary trans masc author of steamy queer romances. Some of my books have bi characters. All of them have love wins. 🌈💖

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

This month's most popular book is Sentence for Life, and in a sea of AI slop, it always warm my heart that somehow readers find it. ❤️‍🔥😘 A book that is very close to my heart. ❤️

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

#WIPSnips From my cleaner WIP. When Paul and Troy agree on that one night stand, they have no clue what is starting between them. (this is very mild nsfw for me and might be "my eyes are burning" for you).

He pulled at the same time as Troy, still kissing, as best as they could, taking a few moments to shed those pants, their socks. Back to kissing as they tumbled on the bed. Any guilt he could have felt gone, because Paul didn’t even have time to think, to feel anything else but that body on top of him, his mouth, his tongue and teeth. The scent of his aftershave, his deo laced with his sweat. Sliding his hands under Troy’s T-shirt, he felt him reach there to help him pull it down. Paul’s hands went to his pecs, to that soft fuzz on them, sliding them down to his sides, up to his back. Drinking his kisses, exploring his skin, that body which felt so good on top of him. It felt right, feeling the hair on his abs, on his arms and back, his thighs as they pushed Paul’s apart. Their cocks arching against each other, still in their boxer briefs.
Heaving, when Troy left his mouth and looked down at him, his fingers playing in his hair. “All good?”
“Yes… more than good… don’t stop…”

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 23/09/2026

We had a cold night so the heating switched on this morning and Satan has waited all this time to finally have the radiator be hot again. ❤️ His fav spot.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 22/09/2026

#Sustember I don't build anything. I find out at a certain point that my characters did foreshadowing. 🤣

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

#Sustember I would I guess if I built my books with genre expectations and writing stuff, but I'm a pantser and whatever my characters are doing is being put down on page.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

#WIPSnips Someone once wrote in a review that my men cry entirely too much and it's true. And wonderful.❤️ From my beach rescue WIP. Corey shares something horrid with Mitch when he ends up at his house, and feels that he can maybe trust him even if they have just met, then his dread takes over.

That icy feeling had turned into dread. Pulling on that grip. “I should go. Thanks for the drink.” Feeling another hand on his other arm, he had no choice but to turn to him, his despair flooding his eyes as his features blurred. He could hear his voice above the hammering of his heart, the waves crashing on sand.
“No… don’t run. Don’t.” Holding him by his arms, not daring a hug, nothing when he had crumbled to dust inside.
It was Corey who had nowhere else to go but into his arms. Not even knowing why but he pushed past his hands, and melted against him. Sobbing when he felt his arms around him, pull him into a tight hug. Corey buried his face in his neck, clutching at his back as he let go, let that dark tide wash out of him with his tears streaming down Mitch’s chest. Corey could only breathe him in, bathing in his scent, sweat and salt, the taste of tears. His lips parted on that warm skin but he didn’t dare a lick, a taste. Just crying, letting those warm rivers wash his misery out. Sighing when he felt that strong hand push into his strands, stroking, massaging his scalp as he shushed him. Respectful, soothing. There was nothing else in that touch but comfort and warmth. His arms, a haven. His heart, a port. His voice, safety.
“Stay here. I’ll feed you and you can sleep on the sofa.”
His voice resonated in that broad chest, and Corey blinked, floating on his words.
Holding on to him, like to a buoy. “Ok… I have to send a message… tell him I’m at a friend’s…”
“Do that.” Relaxing his muscles, pulling his hand out of his hair, he pushed him away a bit to have those eyes leaking tears. “Hey… thanks for sharing.”

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Me and husb entering Ikea. Me: I just need to check out their new Halloween stuff, esp their cat tray. Husb: I just need a few plastic bags. *items being picked up, enters the yellow bag... Oh they lowered the prices, nice...* Us at the cashier's with also a rug on husb's shoulder: HOW THE FUCK!

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

My now adult kids do on occasions to look up stuff, and they think it sucks for literally anything else. It doesn't talk back, it doesn't do shit but plagiarize human speech and knowledge it has stolen. Get your kids, go out, and get some fresh air. Talk to the trees. They do talk back.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Agreed. I learned English as my 3rd language from age 11, spent my career in it, I write in it, and yes, there are words I might find a bit unpleasant but it won't make me DNF a book if I'm invested in the story. Words are magic. For some of us multilinguals, there's no such thing as hating a word.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 21/09/2026

Got the last Aldi shopper Barbie at the shop. 🤣❤️❤️🎉

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

#queerwriters A tiny noise made him raise his head, wipe his tears out of his eyes. Listening again. Eric’s breathing. That scratch. The corridor’s polished floor. His eyes straining against the dark. He rose softly, reaching for his gun on the chair. Grappling the wood. Fuck.

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Oregon 🕎🎲 @oregonthedm.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

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Dani Finn 🐙 🏳️‍⚧️ 📚 @danifinnwrites.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

I'm pleased to announce that Anemones to Lovers now has its first complete chapter! This will be a collection of small interconnected tales that take place in a mini-reef on the back of a giant tortoise. Ch 1 is from the POV of an anemone Ch 2 is a harlequin fish about to transition And so on 🪸

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

#Sustember My characters in my Ancient Rome trilogy where almost the first to appear in 2019 when I started writing again. Turns out a short story grew into a trilogy and now the sequel is a WIP. I don't control where my characters appear or of they want to continue their story some 20 years later.😁

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Always fun to find cute little cheap toys to fill up the queer mansion. 🌈❤️🥰

Pet shop set of plastic toys with 4 small dogs and accessories

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

#WIPSnips From my gladiator WIP, the moment after Brutus' first arena fight with his new ludus, and his new friend, Alekhos.

Raw cries, working in unison, that tall fighter with his bulkier partner, until the signal was raised that the fight was over. That exhilarating moment when they could lowered their swords, arms trembling, alive…
Alekhos tore Brutus’ helmet off, his own too, tossing them on the sand as the crowd went wild. Taking his hand, bloodied to the elbow, he raised their arms high, howling to the crowd with that large smile. Making Brutus turn around with him, saluting the crowd when Brutus was still in a daze, trying to blink the sweat out of his eyes as the arena turned, the crowd on their feet. Quieting when the prefect raised his hand, they turned to face him.
“How are your fighters called?” That question, as he turned to Marcellus.
Marcellus’ eyes never left those panting men, still holding hands, tight. “Alekhos and Brutus.”
The prefect got up, silencing the crowd. “My esteemed friend’s school gave is a spectacle worthy of the gods. All hail the fighters Alekhos and Brutus! We hope to see many more fights with them.”
The crowd went wild then as Alekhos raised their arms again, waving at the crowd which had started chanting their names.
Tugging a bit at Brutus. “Wave back, you bull!”
And Brutus had a hard time understanding what he was living, hearing his name echo in that arena. Feeling Alekhos poke him on the ribs, hard. He raised his arm to wave and the crowd cheered. That rhythmic chanting of their names knocking into his heart.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 20/09/2026

Hunted another vintage one down for 20 euros!😁 We're doing the deal on Monday but it's a rare find.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

#Sustember Eric knows Nate doesn't want to kiss, but after several fuck dates, Eric really would like that kiss.

A small smile on Eric’s lips. “I want more though.”
“More?”
“Yes. More. A kiss.” He met Nate’s eyes, those eyes going a bit wide, filling with dread.
“Ugh… No, ok? I don’t kiss.” Drawing a deep breath to steady his nerves. “I don’t kiss on fuck dates. At all.”
Eric’s eyebrows arched up. “I think we’re passed the fuck date stage.”
“Are we?” This came out weak, almost losing his voice.
“Aren’t we? I was hoping we had something here.” He slid closer, his hand on the back of the sofa grazing Nate’s shoulder.
Nate, who stayed put, torn. “I… I don’t know.”
Eric grazed his fingers down his shoulder to his neck. Leaving them there on that warm pulse. “What do we have then?”
“We fuck.”
“Tsk…” Grazing his skin, it sent shivers down Nate’s spine. “Don’t you want more?” His green eyes, soft, pleading.
“Because you do?”
“I told you… yes. A kiss. And maybe more… Just one kiss. One. We can stop after. You can sleep on the sofa or run.” Grazing his neck. “It’s just a kiss. Not a ring, ok?”
Nate scoffed, almost out of breath. “Right.” Debating inside, that soft caress on his neck melting his walls. “Alright. One kiss.”
Eric’s eyes sparked and he slid his hand behind Nate’s neck, shifting closer. His other hand going to Nate’s chest. “How long has it been? Being kissed?”
Nate’s eyes welled up. “A long time. And I don’t want to remember it.”
Eric pulled closer, sliding his hand behind Nate’s back, his hand on his neck, at the base of Nate’s jaw. His thumb slid up to his cheek, rubbing gently. “Let me make you forget then…” Parting his lips, pulling Nate closer.

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

For Sentence for Life, my novel set in prison, it's a quote from the book. “Sometimes, we are in a place where we don’t want to be. And maybe, that place is the only place we should be after all.” #WritingPrompt

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

If you see this you MUST do it! ⊹ name: Maxime ⊹ height: 5'6 (168 cm) ⊹ star sign: Virgo/Dragon ⊹ nicknames: Max ⊹ siblings: younger brother ⊹ relationship: married (open) ⊹ crushing on: Andrew Scott ⊹ fav season: autumn ⊹ pets: a dog, 2 cats, a horse ⊹ fav color: black ⊹ live: Hungary

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 19/09/2026

#pretendpanel Yes, I have. On podcast interviews, and we had a fun live back in the days on the bird app reading sex filled snippets too. Here's an excerpt from my fantasy Khirion I posted on tiktok. Mind you, this is on the spot and without rehearsing.

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Johannes T. Evans @johannestevans.co.uk · 19/09/2026

It's crazy how people like. Will think they're agreeing with you by redefining words as you say them I'll say "i love fat men, i love bears" and people will go "yeaaaah dad bods!" and it's like. Well sure but I didn't fucking say that. A fat guy can be 25 years old and be mad hot

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

#Sustember "Get in the fucking car!" "You're braking my arms!" Nate twisted the man's arms harder, panting as he pushed him into his car. "Fuck do I care! You're alive? Scumbag fuck!! Slamming the door, he went and sat in the driver's seat, slamming the accelerator. Looking in the rearview mirror

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Maxime Jaz🌈🏳️‍⚧️ @maximejaz.bsky.social · 18/09/2026

#FaveLineFriday “Splendid. Let’s eat then and to bed.” He pushed Nate away a bit, that wicked light in his green eyes. “Bed and cuddle? You look tired.” “I look like shit.” He dared a smile. Eric grinned. “Ever the vocabulary champion.”

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